A/N: So, this is going to turn out to be a pretty long fic. I actually started writing it in past tense, but it was sort of cluttered with all the "he'd"s and "had"s, so I changed it, but this chapter is going to be told in the past tense. Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling
Teddy had been three when Victoire was born. He remembered all the grown-ups' legs that were crowded around Aunt Fleur's bed instead of him, which Teddy had thought quite curious and unusual. He remembered Uncle Bill carrying him over, and he couldn't for the life of himunderstand why they were cooing over a pink blob.
"Where's it's hair?" he'd demanded. All the adults had laughed as Harry pointed out the baby's few short strands of golden hair.
"It'll grow very long," Harry had promised him.
Teddy had grumbled as he'd walked around the small room, finding a small mirror on the wall in which he pulled faces and admired his green, green hair.
A/N: If you didn't realize, Teddy's hair is green because he's jealous (remember he's little so he can't control his metamorphmagus skills yet).